The True Story of Little Bo Peep

Forget Mother Goose. She didn’t have her facts straight. This is the true story of Little Bo Peep and her bunch of rotten sheep.

Bo Peep has been given access to a lovely pasture for her sheep. The grass is green and lush, and in some areas it stands eight feet high. Okay, Bo knows that her sheep don’t really care for the tall stuff as it’s a bit coarse. The point is, there’s plenty to eat. But do her sheep appreciate it? Not one little bit.

The ewe, Bessie, is always pushing her way out where ever she can. In some areas the fence is low to the ground and she just jumps out onto the driveway on the other side. One day she broke down the gate and drug the lamb flock down the road with her. Lucky for Bo Peep, she just happened to drive home past the pasture instead of her normal route and found those dirty rotten sheep.

Fences mended, Bessie secured. But then there are the rams. Typically laid back and not ones to exert more effort than need be, Bo wasn’t too concerned about her boys. Until she couldn’t find them, that is. Where, or where, could her little sheep be? She brought her trusty sheep hunting dog to the field to flush them out. Most people use bird dogs to flush game. Bo uses her aussie to flush sheep.

Tait raced into the long grass, zigging and zagging until she came upon the sheep, at which point she notified Bo Peep. Good dog, Tait! Bo Peep went home and rested well.

The following day Bo went to tend her sheep and could not find the rams. She didn’t worry, believing them to be out in the deep grass where it was cool, just as they’d been the previous day when Tait had found them. But the next day the rams were still nowhere to be seen. Again, she called on Tait’s help. Tait raced back and forth through the tall grass, extending her search into the underbrush where Bo Peep could not travel. Bo, you may recall, had already had an adventure deep down in that underbrush and she was not fond of that recollection.

But Tait had no success. The rams were not flushed out, and Bo was forced to leave the pasture for the second day without any sight of her boys.

On their way home, Bo convinced Tait to cross through another neighbor’s pasture which just happened to border the sheep. Once they’d climbed through the ditch, they found a trail where some animals had been walking through the tall grass (which should have been hayed, but for some reason hasn’t been.) Tait perked up and ran along the beaten down path. Bo Peep found evidence of sheep…er, sheepie poo. Bo did not take photos of the sheepie poo, but is now kicking herself, as she’s sure you’d like to see that important piece of evidence.

With renewed energy, Bo followed Tait, calling out to her sheep. They walked the length of the field, but found no sign of those rotten sheep. They did, however, find where they’d come through from their own pasture, and Bo wondered if they’d by some chance wandered back to their own side? So despite her better judgement, she trapsed through the underbrush to see if her boys had gone home, wagging their tails behind them.

Nope.

So Bo gave up. She called her trusty dog to her side an the two of them turned for home. And what did they see behind them? Yes, those two bad rams were happily munching on the yet to be hayed grasses in the neighboring field. Why Bo Peep and Tait had not spotted them as they’d walked up is anyone’s guess. Perhaps they’d been laying down and taking a siesta? In any case, Bo wrapped Tait’s leash around one of the ram’s necks and led them back through the trees to her house, where they’ve spent the night in a munched down pasture with the horses instead of the lush field they ought to have been in.

Today, Little Bo Peep will by tying up her sheep so that they can’t escape. What she’d like to do is fence off the entire pasture, but let’s face it, Bo isn’t leading in the blog for a year standings, so she hasn’t got the money for that to happen.

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Well, if you’re not leading in the “Blog-for-a-Year” standings, it ain’t my fault. I try and I try. I vote early. I vote often. I want you to hurry up and win, so I can enroll next year. Or the one after that.